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School was out, and it was sort of a buzz outside the corner of Christian and 7th Street. The South Philly sun beat down on the crowd of people standing between me and the window at John's Water Ice, giving me plenty of time to rehearse. "Wooder ice," I whispered. "Wurterr." I was workshopping my best Tina Fey Delco accent. When in Rome, ya know? Lemon. Cherry. Pineapple. Chocolate. Unlike plenty of other stands serving Swedish Fish, banana split, and every flavor under the s

House baked seeded roll A rush of air hit me in the face like an Adam West haymaker. POW. The rich aroma of ribeye and cooked onions snuck into my nostrils, triggering an immediate drool reflex. Despite being open for more than a decade, this was my first visit to this darling of the social media circuit. A gaggle of people hovered around the counter—Grubhub drivers, takeout, and a few of us waiting to eat in the small dining room—but somehow the line moved effortlessly. “Che